Sematary - WITCHING HOUR lyrics
Sematary [Zane Steckler] Northern California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Sematary - WITCHING HOUR lyrics]
Chants d-D-DJ Sorrow
Turn the fuck up!
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Arghhhh
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Meet me in the woods, be my ritual
I been reading grimoires
Walk up on us, we gon' skin you whole
Witching hour, witching hour
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Witching hour, witching hour
Come up in my woods, we gon' skin you whole
Walk up in my woods, now the trees scowl
Stick my knife and my dick
In your bitch mouth
No state trooper will ever find you
Where the hoes at, I'll skin 'em alive
Bitch I'm mean as fuck like a Chow Chow
Tear you apart, blood eagle
Scary bloody night, crucifixion
It's still Haunted Mound 'til
I'm in the ground
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Meet me in the woods, be my ritual
I been reading grimoires
Walk up on us, we gon' skin you whole
Witching hour, witching hour
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Witching hour, witching hour
Come up in my woods, we gon' skin you whole
Come with me to hell
Motherfuck some god believers
I keep murder tools for killing goddamn Nazis
I don't like living but I
Still go harder than you four in the morn'
It's a Haunted Mound ritual
Headless horseman in the cancer
Smoke I'm blowing you know I'm a dog but
I'll do you Old Yeller
People always say one day I'll repent
I say when the sky turn red
And earth burn to nothing grave Man
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Meet me in the woods, be my ritual
I been reading grimoires
Walk up on us, we gon' skin you whole
Witching hour, witching hour
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Witching hour, witching hour
Come up in my woods, we gon' skin you whole
Turn the fuck up!
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Arghhhh
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Meet me in the woods, be my ritual
I been reading grimoires
Walk up on us, we gon' skin you whole
Witching hour, witching hour
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Witching hour, witching hour
Come up in my woods, we gon' skin you whole
Walk up in my woods, now the trees scowl
Stick my knife and my dick
In your bitch mouth
No state trooper will ever find you
Where the hoes at, I'll skin 'em alive
Bitch I'm mean as fuck like a Chow Chow
Tear you apart, blood eagle
Scary bloody night, crucifixion
It's still Haunted Mound 'til
I'm in the ground
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Meet me in the woods, be my ritual
I been reading grimoires
Walk up on us, we gon' skin you whole
Witching hour, witching hour
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Witching hour, witching hour
Come up in my woods, we gon' skin you whole
Come with me to hell
Motherfuck some god believers
I keep murder tools for killing goddamn Nazis
I don't like living but I
Still go harder than you four in the morn'
It's a Haunted Mound ritual
Headless horseman in the cancer
Smoke I'm blowing you know I'm a dog but
I'll do you Old Yeller
People always say one day I'll repent
I say when the sky turn red
And earth burn to nothing grave Man
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Meet me in the woods, be my ritual
I been reading grimoires
Walk up on us, we gon' skin you whole
Witching hour, witching hour
Four in the morn', it's the witching hour
Witching hour, witching hour
Come up in my woods, we gon' skin you whole